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Our incense wafts above from thurible
To take our prayers to Son at Father’s hand,
For Satan’s stench on earth is terrible
As evil spirits move throughout our land.
Please hasten, Lord, to help in our distress,
Breathe Father’s Spirit in our troubled souls,
Forgive our sins and then through us address
Our earth to join with heaven and make whole.
Then our prayers will with angels’ praise unite,
Proclaim your Triune glory over all,
As your truth is for all of us your light,
And mercy triumphs over Adam’s fall.
Our prayers are seen to be of great avail—
For over evil in us You prevail. 

Your grace is like a downpour on our grass
That’s almost choked by weeds of chosen sin;
We’ll now drink in the life from heav’n that lasts,
While weeds die out—will never grow again.

Your words to us within begin to soak
And mix with tears of joy and penance shed,
As we wear in our hearts your saving cloak
While with your Body, Blood we all are fed.

Our new selves grow your crop in us You sowed,
And love o’er flows to all creation bless
To show to us the world you always know,
Where earth will never be to heaven less.

For Your Son in Himself joins heaven, earth,
As Spirit breathed through Him gives us new birth. 

A Rose’s Bud is born in Bethlehem
From Lily who to Gabriel said “yes,”
And all are grafted to this Bud’s new stem
Who’s born this day to all creation bless.
His Rose, her Lily will forever be
Our Father’s Word and one who Him receives
For all who yearn to live in heaven free
From sin and lies of one comes to deceive.
Our “yes” joins hers who for us shows the way
To Him, the Way, who to the Father leads,
Who will through Son in us have final say,
As He in us will rise, who for us bleeds.
His Rose with Lily’s nature won’t stay dead;
With Rose’s blood at table we are fed.  

Oh, Holy Family, intercede,
Pray for us here below;
For human family Jesus bleeds,
Salvation we may know.

May we all be one family
Through Church, our Savior’s Bride;
Teach all of us humility,
In Jesus all abide.

May we forget about the past,
Forgive each other’s sins;
Let Son for us the future cast,
Make whole world new again.

Oh, Holy Family, draw us in
Through your own ceaseless prayers
To your new life that’s free from sin
And from the Devil’s snares.

St. Joseph, our protector be
And guard us with your hands,
That through each one of us all see
Messiah’s holy land.

Dear Mary, hold us in you lap,
Give us a mother’s love,
And when it’s time to wake from nap,
Show us the Spirit’s Dove.

Lord Jesus, God in human flesh,
Impart to us your Self–
Your Sacred Heart with our hearts mesh
In perfect human health.

Oh, Holy Family, pray that we
Be lost in Trinity;
There find ourselves with you–
Be free for all eternity.

Lord, take me in your Fatherhood
That I may father be,
A husband to my own wife good,
Raise children all for Thee.

Please, let my work outside the home
Serve those who dwell within.
At work I’m same to all who come,
At home I’m many men:

A lover to my lovely wife,
A hero to my child,
A wise man holding key to life,
A daddy, gentle, mild,

A champion in little things,
Courageous facing fear;
A man whose voice with truth will ring,
Forgiving all those near,

A tiger with a tender heart,
A lion never tame,
A man who must play many parts,
But father all the same.

A husband, father is the one
You’ve formed me so to be
Through grace that’s given through your Son,
That I may live for Thee. 

Oases found along the way
To us are heaven sent;
We stop and hear what God will say,
And there we pitch our tent. 

Oases found along the way—
Foretaste of heaven here—
And for a while we stop and stay;
Each place becomes so dear. 

But second place each always is
To heaven’s promised land;
Yet every second place is His–
Is touched by Jesus’ hand. 

Each second place is meant to be
The soil of heaven’s own,
As others we begin to see
From Father’s seeds are grown. 

Each second place is meant to form
Us all in heaven’s mold,
For heaven always is the norm;
We’re meant for that sheepfold. 

But second place they always are
To heaven’s promised land;
We’re called upon to journey far
In Church’s holy band.

Those second places always good
When kept in second place–
Are nourished there by Jesus’ food:
His quail and manna grace.

Our tent is flapping in the wind,
His Holy Spirit’s call
Reminding us we’re not to spend     
Our life here after all–

Reminding us that soon will come    
The call to strike our tent;
The time will come to journey home—
For promised land we’re meant.